The next day we continued the death march up the mountain in the city where the 1992 summer Olympics were held. We walked around the stadium, park, and pools.
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| This is the view from the Olympic diving boards and swimming pools. Not too shabby. |
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| The Dolins' childhood neighbor, Michael Marsh, won the gold medal for the 200 meter and 4x100 in this stadium. Go Woodinville! |
Then we walked up the mountain on the other side of the city to the most beautiful view of the city. We had tapas and accidentally ordered margaritas that made us forget the walk home to our hotel.
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| This was the view from the first hill we walked up... the wrong one without a bar at the top. Shoot. |
We had dinner at Limbo that night, a restaurant in the Gothic quarter. We had to wait until it opened at 8:30 for dinner, one of the early restaurants, but it was deeeelicious.
On Saturday we decided to get out of the city a little bit and headed out to Tarragona, a site of Roman ruins on the coast of Spain. We got on the local train and headed out of the city. We found our stop, started walking up the hill, and found the amphitheatre dating from the 2nd century.
We walked through the old town, stopped for tapas… again, and then headed out of town to try and find the aqueduct. Yes, I am a great wife. John was really excited to see the aqueduct. I asked if he had ever seen one in real life, and he replied, totally seriously, “Yeahhh, Nathan (his best friend) and I used to build them all the time at school.”
The book said it was about 2 ½ miles away from the city, but about half an hour into our walk we found ourselves walking along a freeway and decided to turn back. We got gelato to make both of us feel better. It worked.
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| This was our appetizer, warm mozzarella and tomato salad. We almost got two more for our entrees, it was that good. |
We are now back home, and I write this sitting next to the big pile of jackets on the sofa. Reality bites, as they say.
John has always had a way with words :)
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